Chapter 851 To be a hunter, you have to be a bit obscene
Everyone has reached a consensus on "what to do with the reserve gunpowder", but there are some differences on how to do it specifically.
Some people think that simply "offering tribute" is too passive. Two fortresses in a row were destroyed, and no one in the garrison survived. How can such a monster be so easy to dispatch?
Other people think that detonating explosives is too radical. Ancient dragon-level creatures are not so easy to be seriously injured. What should I do if the opponent was originally planning to leave, but after being exploded and furious, he decided to destroy the city and massacre the citizens?
The views of both sides are reasonable, but they are also gambling, gambling with their own lives, the lives of the defenders, and even the lives of the entire city.
In the end, everyone turned to President Zheluo. In the final analysis, he was the person in charge of this city defense battle, and the decision-making power rested with him.
The bald old man had sweat on his shiny forehead. This decision was not easy to make.
“No matter what, I will first arrange for people to move all the stored gunpowder that will not be used in this battle out of the warehouse and pile it into an open area at least a few hundred meters away from the city wall.
Whether it is detonating or paying tribute, this step must be taken. An attack may happen at any time, so don't waste time. "Zheluo sighed.
He called the guild staff to arrange the work of emptying the warehouse and transporting gunpowder.
“Time is urgent? Time, time”
Gordon was talking to himself, seeming to get some inspiration from President Jerome's words.
He suddenly turned to look at Pig Chop, "Pork Chop, can you make a small barrel with timed detonation and pop it out? The fuse time needs to be very long, like half an hour."
“Meow?” Zhupa raised his head, “Of course you can meow, this is not difficult to do.”
Gordon smiled and said: "Then we can put the timed barrel bombs in the pile of gunpowder barrels and let the mysterious monster eat them.
Whether it leaves after eating or stays greedily, after a while, the pile of gunpowder will detonate in its belly.
This will cause damage more effectively without irritating it in the first place. "
The hunters looked at each other.
"As expected of the brave Mr. Gordon, he is so wretched!" Dorothy's eyes lit up as the hunting whistle spoke very bluntly and quickly.
Gordon twitched his lips and said, "...I just think you are complimenting me."
"Yes! But you can't use small barrel explosive bombs. It's too easy to be chewed up in advance. Now think about it. You can modify it with iron-cased howitzer shells? Then make a few more. It's safer!"
There may be liquid in the belly of the monster, and the gunpowder will not explode easily if it is wet. It is recommended that in addition to the gunpowder barrel, add more flammable materials such as kerosene and sulfur. If it cannot explode, it must be burned vigorously! "
President Zheluo was also very decisive, "Dorothy, take the pork chop to the warehouse. You can use whatever you want. If you need help, just call for help."
“Okay!” The female hunting flute player picked up the pig chop and ran down the city wall amidst the latter’s squeaking.
"Do you guys have any good ideas?" President Zheluo rubbed his big hands and looked at them expectantly. "Whether it's vulgar or vicious, we won't consider these now!"
“It’s gone for the time being.” Gordon always felt that after this battle, their team’s reputation would skew in a strange direction.
“What a pity.” The fat old guy couldn’t hide the regret on his face.
Looking at the sun that was beginning to set in the west, Ancier reminded, "President Zheluo, this cannot be regarded as information, it may be just a coincidence.
The first two attacks occurred after nightfall. Maybe this is the habit of the mysterious monster?
In short, we'd better finish all preparations before sunset.
Also, remember to prepare lighting equipment, as fighting in the dark will be a big loss. "
President Zheluo nodded, and the fat on his chin trembled, "Okay, I will keep an eye on the progress personally."
The evacuation alert has been issued, and everyone knows that the danger is coming. It is inevitable that they will be a little panicked and anxious, but they still suppress their uneasiness and carry out the work at hand.
Car after cart of wooden barrels filled with gunpowder, as well as large quantities of kerosene, and sulfur were carried out of the warehouse, placed on stable trucks, and transported to a mill a kilometer or two away.
According to the original plan, these flammable and explosive things were to be piled up in an open space, but a hunter raised objections.
Even ordinary beasts will feel suspicious when they see a piece of meat placed in the middle of the road.
How much more cunning and cautious monsters?
So, they planned to store these things in the underground warehouse of the mill.
This may not be a clever strategy, but if it is the "food" you find by yourself, it should be able to dispel some of your doubts.
Gordon held a piece of dried meat in his mouth and leaned on the city wall, looking at the busy crowds and convoys below, "Everyone is working hard, only we are resting, and we feel a little guilty."
Next to him, Hayata was holding a small wooden stick wrapped in cotton, wiping the non-existent dust on the night knife [Moon Shadow] bit by bit.
The surface and blade of the sword were so bright that they could be used as mirrors. She was still not satisfied. She breathed a sigh of relief and continued to wipe it, "Everyone will fight tooth and nail to protect their homeland.
The feeling of being displaced is not pleasant. "
“Exactly like that.”
Wearing black horned dragon armor and carrying a horned king sword on his back, Asa walked over with a big sword like a humanoid horned dragon on his head, "Villages and towns are destroyed by monsters every year.
Having lost relatives, friends, family, and property, they have no choice but to become refugees who have no choice but to live in the shelter of others. Such poor people can be seen everywhere, and no one wants that kind of fate to befall them.
As long as there is a chance, we Metabetats will not give up guarding our homeland. "
"Mr. Asa." Gordon made a little effort, left the wall he was leaning on, and stood up straight.
"Um-"
Asa held his unshaven chin and stared at Gordon for a long time.
Gordon was a little hairy after being stared at. He leaned back a little. Just when he was about to say something, the middle-aged man who was as strong as a ceratopsian suddenly laughed.
“It’s you indeed, Gordon boy.”
As he spoke, he looked at Hayata again, "And you, you are the little girl who always follows Yamos, right?"
Hayata sheathed his sword, bowed, greeted him relatively formally, and said with a smile: "Mr. Asa, my master has mentioned you many times."
“How did he mention it?”
“Eh.” Hayata said it casually just out of courtesy and did not expect that the other party would ask further questions.
"Ha, it's okay." Asa waved his hand, "It's nothing more than a reckless man, a lunatic, etc. I don't think there are any good words for him."
Hayata couldn't answer this, so he had to smile awkwardly but politely.
Asa looked at Gordon again, with some emotion in his tone, "I heard in the past two years that a young swordsman named Gordon became famous in East Doruma. I thought he had the same name, but it turned out that he had the same name. It's really you.
I haven’t seen him for six or seven years, and I don’t even dare to recognize him. "
"Uncle Asa, you haven't changed much." Gordon chuckled, "It's just that the quarrel horn has become the Horned King Sword."
“Why do these words sound like a mockery when they come out of your mouth?” Asa laughed and scolded, making a gesture as if he wanted to slap Gordon on the head.
“Hey, in just the past few years, you’ve really caught up.”
(End of this chapter)